Being a Decepticon is a deep and personal decision, one not taken lightly.

Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.

The Wanderer is a demigod/demiurge associated with travel

The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

A legendary weapon of the Ouzquin Dremorix

The Karkos represent an attempt to create a bad guy race with almost no redeeming features, a true villainous species without resorting to established tropes or handwaving.

Strange girl fashionista gang

A social group of women who meet for purposes of 'knitting' and sharing gossip.

This might not be suitable for the squeamish or easily offended.

A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.

Lady Carse of Tekne

It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it's name when you are on the ocean itself.

Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!

Never judge a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes.

Untold years, laying in the deep
Sheltered in the sepulchre earth
Borne by the dead who never speak
Funeral Gold and Grave Silver
Beware the gift
Beware the giver

A man of extremes

From the Observation Log of the Gnomish Inventor, Scholar, and Sub-Mariner Lezarde Kurye...

The air is chilled and causes goosebumps, while not a sound stirs across the glass smooth surface of the water. The Inn rises three stories above the bank of the river, a single lantern lit on the quay.

By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen's will shall be subject to punishment.

Brutal are the Seitch raids that come up out of the vast waste of the Calcobrinan desert. They come clad in dusky browns, bearing black iron weapons, raiding for food, water, gold, and women.

'I've got to finish it, I've got to...'